Thursday, 8 February 2007

I am bear, hear me roar

I've forgiven her because she's found me this. The sound of bears. sniff. I wish I was out there. Catching salmon from clear, fast flowing Alaskan rivers. Terrorising sheep and Canadians. Climbing trees. Stealing picnic baskets. But she says it's cold out and I'm not sure where I left my scarf and mittens. Might just go back to bed instead.